This quiet dust was Gentlemen and Ladies,2. As I am putting Alec in the push chair, I feel a light touch on my back where my top has ridden up and my trousers are too loose. "It wasn't me," says Grandad.
And Lads and Girls:
Was laughter and ability and sighing,
And frocks and curls.
"You get yourself a longer vest," says Nana.
3. There is a flashing orange light in the car park on the other side of the lake. The elongated shadows of walkers fall into its reflection on the water.